Directly walked to the room with the number 666, Tan Shuya immediately raised her hand and knocked on the door. The door was quickly opened from inside, revealing a man with only a towel wrapped around his waist, his chest bare.

Although the man’s appearance wasn’t considered ordinary, it wasn’t quite handsome either. Compared to Lu Jingchen and the man who kidnapped Song Qiao, he was far off. Even compared to Jiang Yingjie, he was left far behind.

Perhaps because she was used to seeing the looks of Lu Jingchen and the others, now looking at the man in front of her, Tan Shuya only felt a twinge of disgust, but because she could only rely on this man now, she had to suppress the irritation within her.

The man saw Tan Shuya and after scanning her up and down, a sleazy smile appeared on his face, "I didn’t expect Miss Tan’s figure to be so good, even better than in the video."

He and Tan Shuya had never really met, except back in high school.

It was Tan Shuya who reached out to him, saying she needed money.

Back in high school, the man had pursued Tan Shuya, chasing her for over two years, from freshman year to graduation, but Tan Shuya didn’t even glance his way, probably didn’t even know his name.

But recently, Tan Shuya actually found his contact information, asking him if he could lend her five million.

Five million isn’t a small amount, but given his current status, he could afford it.

However, he didn’t want to give Tan Shuya the five million easily; he demanded that she sleep with him for one night.

Five million for one night is actually quite steep, but she was his former goddess, so he was willing, and at that time he thought Tan Shuya was a virgin. But when one of his friends found out, that friend told him cryptically that he should investigate Tan Shuya’s private life during those years studying abroad.

What he found enraged him deeply.

He never expected his once high-held goddess to have such a decadent private life in the United States.

So now, he saw no need to be courteous to Tan Shuya, spoke without any reservation.

Even his gaze on Tan Shuya was invasive, as if he was stripping her bare.

Tan Shuya’s expression froze, instinctively wanting to step back from the man in front of her, but remembering her financial desperation, she forced herself to stop.

Tan Shuya stayed silent, but the man didn’t care, directly pulling her inside and shutting the door.

Entering the suite, the man directly dragged Tan Shuya to the bathroom door, pointed at the bathroom, and said, "Go in and take a shower."

Tan Shuya’s complexion went pale then flushed, a hint of anger in her voice as she struggled to suppress her emotions, saying, "I’ve already showered!"

She understood the underlying contempt.

This sparked anger in her heart.

The man didn’t even look back, went straight to the living room bar, poured himself a glass of red wine, and said blandly, "Then wash again."

Tan Shuya, "..." She wanted to explode but knew she couldn’t afford to, stifled her anger and went into the bathroom.

When she closed the bathroom door, she did it with force, making a loud bang.

The man stared at the closed bathroom door, his gaze darkening slightly, then sneered softly.

After emptying the wine in his glass, he disdainfully muttered, "Still thinks she’s a goddess? Bitch..."

In the bathroom, Tan Shuya stood in front of the mirror, looking at her face in the reflection, couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh, then whispered quietly, "Tan Shuya, you’re more and more unlike yourself."

And she blamed everything on Song Qiao, her hatred deepening for Song Qiao.

If it weren’t for Song Qiao, if it weren’t for wanting Song Qiao dead, she wouldn’t be selling her body for three million now, all because of Song Qiao, that little bitch.

Once she gathered five million, she would make sure Song Qiao disappeared from this world.

Then she could take the position of the Lu Family’s Young Mistress, taking back everything meant for her from that damned mother and son.

Suddenly, the image of Tan Shuya in the mirror morphed into something creepily twisted, coupled with the crystal light from above shining on her, anyone opening the door would surely be frightened out of their wits.

She looked just like a ghost.

Twenty minutes later, Tan Shuya stepped out wrapped in a bath towel, the bathroom lacking a robe, likely taken away by the man. She intended to wear her own clothes but changed her mind, recalling what she was about to do.

On the room’s large bed, the man was half-leaned against the headboard, the lighting dimmed to a faint glow, filling the room with a romantic atmosphere.

The man’s gaze fell on Tan Shuya, stark and unabashed, as if she were undressed entirely.

Even though she had led a wild lifestyle for those years, Tan Shuya still felt uneasy being watched like this.

Seeing Tan Shuya standing there frozen, the man’s face darkened, and he spoke sternly, "Come over, or do you want me to hug you?"

Tan Shuya’s expression turned pale then flushed with the urge to walk out, but she knew she couldn’t, lowered her head to bury her emotions, clenched her teeth, and walked towards the man.

Just as she reached the bed, the man extended his arm, pulled her close, then flipped her underneath him, sniffed her neck, saying, "Indeed, you smell better clean."

Afterwards, he lifted his head to her, saying, "But you stayed in the bathroom so long, I thought you planned on committing suicide in there. If you were a second later, I would’ve called the cops to save you."

——For some unknown reason, the whole neighborhood lost power, said to return tomorrow morning. Still short of an update, the computer can’t survive on hotspot.